This is about my life in a fostering family of several young people in Wales today.
There are also all the other people in this house, my own growing up too quickly children who seem to be here less every week, and of course the student, the mistress of all we owe money on. There are three green goddesses (big green 1950's fire pumps): Gloria, Isabelle and the belle.
That's not mentioning other vehicles and items of plant, all sorts in fact.

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

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Now, I love management dearly, (I tried loving her cheaply and it just didn't work....).

But I was just sitting here, enjoying life, peace silence and stuff.

I heard a car outside - bugger: social workers doing a raid.

No, even worse, Serenity dropping the kids off so I could look after them.

Errr, excuse me, had I agreed to this?

No, kind management had agreed to it on my behalf on a day when she knew she would not be here.

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